Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Looking out as the Dwarven King slaughtered his people without fail, gorging over their still bodies as sobs and moans echoed through the kingdom below, I smiled.

Is it pride that these little insects didn’t submit? Has my name not reached biblical levels? I’ve never hidden my achievements. I’m an open book to the Realm of Ilutahth. So why is it? That these idiots can’t seem to grasp the concept of submission?

Shaking my head, I didn’t bother to stick around and returned to the Eben Forest. Despite this little victory, that man I just killed. The Myriad God who oddly enough worships a damn flame. Why was he here? ｂｎ𝚘ｖ𝚕．𝚘𝚛𝚐

Mephisto wouldn’t have said anything of Arcadia. And I don’t think the others would have, either. At least not till the path was open.

Finding myself seated on my throne, I found myself plagued by mixed emotions. Both of these wars were a lost cause. Hell, more so than Iluthath. At least on this Realm, these entities will—

‘Eh?’

Pivoting off my throne and into the air as a faint glimmer of blur pierced through my throne, I landed on the spear that had wished to run me through.

My eyes narrowed, and I surveyed the empty hall. Sensing nothing, I glanced down towards the spear that seemed to belong to that of a mortal. It was weak. It wouldn’t have even pierced the skin if it had struck me.

But—

“DIE!!!!”

Catching on to a feeble voice, nodes of surprise filled my mind as I saw dozens of spears rush toward me like blades of grass. They whisked through the air, reaching only inches before turning to ash in accordance with my will.

Nevertheless, it was then I noticed a particular intent hidden by even my darkness.

I lifted my palm burning with Astral Essense and smiled, taking hold of the invisible fool daring to assassinate me. Although I must say, to get this close is astonishing.

Slowly as if I had disrupted the spell taking place, the magic dissipated in the air revealing a small… child.

“LET ME GO! LET ME GO! LET ME GOOOO!”

My eyes widened as I stared at the little bastard, barely even five, covered in scales that seemed to stretch from the tip of his cheeks down in his loose-fitted robes that seemed overly large.

The young boy held a beautiful violet skin color, but what really caught my eye were the tribal tattoos engraved on the boy’s flesh.

“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!”

“… Your not even a god,” I mention, a little if not totally confused on how to proceed from here… It was just a kid. Not like that ever mattered. But for some reason, I felt a tinge bit curious.

My aura was always usually fully control as not to cause destruction where ever I stepped and maintained a steady level of divinity; this usually allowed weaklings like this little boy to approach, but I must say this was the first time a mortal had ever attacked me as a God. A child, no less.

“You’re a Djinn, right? ” I casually mentioned recalling a few things about this mythical race.

“Let me go!” The boy howled, growing teary-eyed.

“You are a prisoner, boy. I—”

“I don’t care. Let me go!”

My brow grew knitted and released the little djinn begging for death.

Staring as he fell from the air, only to begin to soar as his two stubby legs became a misty flame of energy, allowing the boy to land without harm. I stared as his two legs reformed.

“Hungry? Sharla, can you ask a faceless to bring in some food? The little assassin here looks hungry. And I’m hungry too. Someone just tried to kill me.”

Wasting not even a second, Sharla returned with a tray of refreshments. Settling her eyes upon the doe eye boy. She paused.

“Don’t you do it? I know that look.”

“But—”

“I said no.”

“But he’s sooooo CUTE!!!!! MINE!! STEAL!”

Growling as the Little Shade smothered the little assassin in hugs and kisses as though he were a doll, I sighed, pulling the tray of various dishes towards me.

Woman.

“Leave us… oh, and is there any word on Seraphina?”

“I sent her a message, my King. She replied and said she was on her way.” The Shade responded, kissing the little djinn on the cheek. “You be good now. The fact that my King hasn’t killed you speaks volumes.”

Vanishing in a whisk of fleeting essence, I pointed towards the silver tray. ” Eat, boy; this might be your last meal. I might even cook you alive if you end up being a waste of my time.”

Clasping his hands together, the boy pouted. “Die.”

Releasing a sigh as I felt Heaven and Earth flare to life in response to this boy’s prayer. A spear tore out of space and darted toward me.

But with a flick of my finger, it shattered into shards that ricocheted throughout the room. Hitting the child in the legs.

Dark amber liquid erupted, filling the room with screams as the boy rolled onto the ground, clenching his left foot.

“Be silent, boy! Or I’ll tear the fucking leg off and beat you with it. If you have the power to kill, you have the right to die. Hold in your wails.” I barked, silencing the boy as my killing intent flared off my body, withering the chalice in my palm. “You’ve tried to kill me on multiple counts already. Congrats on your survival, but you will explain. And you will do it now.”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAH~~~” Balling his eyes out even loader as he clenched his foot, bleeding out, I sighed.

“… I hate kids.”

“Your about to have two.” Said Lily.

“Those are babies; they are loved by all. Kids, on the other hand, are just snot nose little bastards that need to be drowned in the toilet by every family.” I grimaced to say and waved my palm, healing the boy’s foot.

The sealess crying came to a halt. And just as I was about to speak, another spear came out of the void, heading toward my head.

“FUCK YOU AND DIE!”

“Arsene!” A beautiful voice filled with blame cried.

Destroying the spear, I watched Seraphic Essense spiral off the room’s surface as a beautifully innocent winged angel took hold of the small child. She wrapped the boy in her palms as if she was his parent.

“Seraphina!?”